When fishing beauty is bound to the rich system

In the afternoon of the auction.

The styling design team arranged by James arrived at the hotel where Lin Xinran was staying on time that afternoon.

Everyone in the styling design team is very particular about their attire, and it very much suits their own style. They have a strong aura, tall stature, and confident faces.

They were holding black boxes in their hands, which could be vaguely seen as customized makeup boxes. They were a top design team.

After the two sides briefly greeted each other, Lin Xinran sat on the chair very obediently, allowing them to play freely on her face.

Believing in their skills is a recognition of each other's professionalism and a trust in James and Fu Sicheng.

As expected, facing Lin Xinran's gentle attitude, the chief makeup artist's serious face and official attitude couldn't help but soften a little, and his favorable impression of the Chinese people increased a lot again.

Faced with a Chinese beauty like Lin Xinran, the designers were inspired and the makeup was completed in a short while.

Looking at the gorgeous Chinese beauty in front of them, the designers shook their heads and sighed, saying that she was the most beautiful Chinese they had ever seen. Her bone structure and skin were even more beautiful than the Chinese female stars they had worked with before.

Lin Xinran was also very satisfied with today's makeup. She thanked the designers sincerely and gave them the Chinese tea she had specially prepared as a gift.

These tea leaves were placed in the space when she was doing research.

During those days, I was busy until midnight every day, and I drank tea because I was too sleepy and had no energy.

She prefers the refreshing taste of tea to the mellow and bitter taste of coffee, so she puts a lot of it in the space and takes some out when she wants to drink.

I didn't expect it to come in handy now.

After the bodyguards sent the designers away, Lin Xinran, accompanied by Duan Ziyuan, got into a luxury car and prepared to go to the auction site.

The car drove smoothly all the way.

After a while, we arrived at our destination.

The staff consciously opened Lin Xinran's car door.

Lin Xinran lifted her skirt and got out of the car gracefully. Duan Ziyuan helped her adjust the hem of her skirt behind her, and then stood beside her, looking like a competent bodyguard.

After she took out the invitation letter and confirmed her identity, a staff member opened a special channel for her to go to the auction.

After the elevator door opened, Lin Xinran looked at the red carpet under her feet, stunned for two seconds, then immediately controlled her expression, tipped the staff, and turned and walked to the main venue of the auction.

After seeing the scene in front of him, Lin Xinran's mind was filled with only one word: grand.

The venue was luxuriously decorated, with a gorgeous ceiling casting soft light. The dining table was laid with exquisite tableware and wine glasses, and noble daughters and chaebol representatives wearing high-end custom-made gowns could be seen everywhere.

There were ancient oil paintings hanging on the walls, a symphony orchestra playing beautiful music on the stage, waiters wandering around the venue, antique treasures everywhere, jewelry and diamonds worth billions, etc. Everything here made Lin Xinran feel that... the dinner parties she had attended before were too conservative.

Her appearance immediately attracted many people's attention.

The typical black hair, black pupils, and the oriental beauty unique to the Chinese all highlight her identity, a mysterious Chinese.

Her long, smooth black hair was tied up, revealing her elegant, fair neck like a white swan. A small, delicate diamond necklace decorated her neck, which made her look noble and elegant, yet also lively and playful.

The white diamond slim dress perfectly shows off her curvy figure. She doesn't have a big frame like those from the United States, Taiwan and other countries. Instead, she looks petite and exquisite, with a unique flavor.

Lin Xinran ignored the gazes around him, picked up a glass of wine, and walked to the center of the venue. Her steps were graceful and her figure was swaying, and every step she took touched people's hearts.

However, just as she stopped in front of the jewelry display case, she heard a voice behind her.

In the midst of the cherry blossom Mandarin, there were three words "Lin Xinran". Could it be...

Lin Xinran curled up a smile at the corner of her mouth, turned around gracefully, and saw the familiar figure with his back to her, Kuroda Ichiro.

Standing next to him was a group of people with Asian faces, most of them were tycoons and celebrities from Korea and Japan. Among them was a top male star from Korea, who was about 36 or 37 years old, with a mature and handsome face.

Lin Xinran was somewhat familiar with this person. She had seen him while watching short videos.

He is indeed very handsome in person, even more handsome than in the video.

Retracting her gaze, she walked calmly to a place not far from Kuroda Ichiro, took a sip of the wine in the glass slowly, and listened to him talking bad about her with a calm expression.

"Chinese people are rude. Don't cooperate with Chinese people in the future, especially Lin Xinran! She is so petty!" (Sakura Mandarin)

Ichiro Kuroda was talking angrily when he suddenly noticed his friend looking at him repeatedly, as if there was something beside him.

He frowned, turned his head, and saw the familiar face at a glance.

He couldn't help but take a step back and stared at her with wide eyes: "Lin Xinran, why are you here!" (Chinese)

Lin Xinran tilted her head slightly, her expression calm but also innocent: "Why can't I be here? Besides... wasn't it your people who sent me here?"

"you you……"

Ichiro Kuroda pointed at her with a frustrated look on his face. He wanted to refute but didn't know how to refute, and his face turned red with anger.

Lin Xinran chuckled, her fair and tender skin and her exquisite face made many people present stunned by her beauty.

"Don't be so excited. I thought you would really want to see me. It seems... I was wrong. But, let me digress..."

She paused and took a step closer, the smile on her face unchanged, a hint of cunning in her eyes, her voice playful and soft: "Your Chinese is not very good...but you pronounce my name quite standardly. You often say bad things about me behind my back, right?"

Isn't this obvious? She heard everything I said bad about her just now, why is she pretending not to know? She did it on purpose!

However, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't admit to saying bad things in front of the person involved.

So he tried his best to deny it: "No, Miss Lin Xinran, please don't frame me."

Seeing that she seemed to want to say something else, Kuroda Ichiro quickly spoke again: "Ms. Lin Xinran, why are you pestering me like a female ghost? What is your purpose?"

This really stunned Lin Xinran.

Haunting him like a female ghost... What kind of metaphor is this?

She and Duan Ziyuan looked at each other, then seemed to realize something and smiled again.

"You...what are you laughing at? Let me tell you, if you dare to have any ideas about me, the Kuroda family of Sakura Country will not let you go!"

Lin Xinran finally stopped laughing and said, "The female ghost you just mentioned, do you mean the lingering ghost? As expected, Chinese culture is broad and profound. It's normal that you can't learn it in just a few months. Be more restrained in the future and don't say all kinds of idioms. It's easy to make people laugh at you."

She said yes and gave him a meaningful look. Although there was no sarcasm in her expression, Kuroda Ichiro felt that he saw naked sarcasm in her eyes.

"You, you, you've gone too far, Lin Xinran! What is your purpose in targeting me like this?"

Ichiro Kuroda pointed his finger at Lin Xinran's face, his face turned red and distorted with anger.

"What purpose could I have? Don't take yourself too seriously. It was you who kidnapped me in the beginning, and it was you who brought me to Country Y. Now you blame me for following you around? What do I want from you? Do I want you to have strong limbs but a simple mind? And..."

Before she finished speaking, the smile on Lin Xinran's face completely disappeared. She nodded slightly, and her peach blossom eyes looked coldly at Kuroda Ichiro's finger pointing at her: "Don't you want your hand anymore?"

When Kuroda Ichiro met her eyes, his heart trembled suddenly and he put his hand down reflexively.